Remembering who I was

Will I be remembered? Will people read a quote or see a rainbow and think of me? Will I be remembered? So many questions, so little time. I may have even less. I lost many friends, but made many more. But all that time one thought I kept coming back to was suicide. But as I got older, I would take cold baths or go weeks without eAting or sleeping much more than an hour or so. It in my opinion was just as bad as being pushed off a building.